Anger Told Me What To Do

It's quite simple really I let anger tell me what to do I followed the 11th Commandment Thou Shalt Take No . The massive walls of the high security prison define my life, bound together by tattoos, like those who keep me alive. It's day to day here, one kind of nothing replaces another kind of nothing until a year, or two, goes by without notice, without a call or a letter or a visitor. Nothing is between me and death by these tattoos and the howling wind.